I don't love you, I don't love you
My mind numbly chants,
For I have so many reason not to,
But so many to counter them,
So like the blood that returns
After releasing a tight grip
I'm in love with you, still.
I don't know what's wrong with me... lol, with my want of being explicit, yet also being secretive in how I write love.
But the conclusion is obvious, so obvious, it's likely for people to reach the wrong conclusions. ;)